The air smells like the spring will come soon / and we will take our clothes off in the full moon / we'll watch the stars and see the sunrise / and in the dawn we'll hear the field mice / the wind plays harp on the trees around us in which the birds sing along to the sound of the sea and the rain and the melody of woken love / the morning comes with hope and new life / the blossoms wait for the sun to arise / the dewdrops shine like silver gemstones / and everything looks just like new-born / the wind plays harp on the trees around us in which the birds sing along to the sound of the sea and the rain and the melody of woken love
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Die Schönheit einer Winterwanderung um den See an einem verschneiten Tag in meiner Kindheit ist plötzlich wieder spürbar. Danke für die Zeitreise! Planet Graveyard
Charming German indie pop with the keen melodic sensibilities and melancholic undercurrent of some of the style's best practitioners. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 26, 2021
supported by 5 fans who also own “Spring in Our Lungs”
Laying in the high dry grass, listening to the crickets playing their song, wondering if times of true serenity were never over, but right there under my nose, the whole time. wraehkel